Sacrifice & Lent – 3/1/10

I’ve long admired my Catholic friends in observing Lent. We share the fundamental truth of Jesus dying on the cross for our sins, but accent different aspects of God’s awesome gift. While my experiences as a Pentecostal focuses a great deal on God’s grace, my friends focus on His sacrifice. To honor God, they give up something for the six weeks leading up to Easter. I grew up believing God did the sacrificing, so I don’t have to. But both grace and sacrifice are important.

Denying one’s self, or sacrifice, is a good practice of self-discipline. This year, for the first time in my life, I decided to observe Lent. I’m giving up chocolate. It’s been difficult for me. Why is it the moment you decide to abstain from something, it’s everywhere calling your name? My practiced Catholic friends said it’s not that hard. It may be easy for them because they are accustomed to sacrifice. I am like new blisters earned from work never previously done, and trying my best not to whine about it.

Giving things up aka dying to self has become part of my writing too. I joined critique groups to improve my novel, Heart at War. The experience is awesome and daunting at the same time. There are days when I ask God, “Are you sure you picked the right person for this?” One valuable critic is an editor. She just sent me a list of how to identify unneccesary backstory etc. to delete. Yes – DELETE! Take out the knife and started slicing. It’s not as easy as just molding the story like play dough. You have to strip it down and delete the extra stuff off. My inner child says, “But I like that scene. So what if it doesn’t push the story forward. It’s a cool scene!” Then I take a deep breath, exhale deeply and start cutting. Maybe I’ll have an attachment for deleted scenes. You know, like the movie on DVD has that deleted scenes section.

About Johnna Postic

I am a Christian writer. God called me to be a writer in my late teens, but I didn't know in what capacity. I started journaling and kept detailed journals, especially during my dating years. My journals ended up being a story of emotional healing demonstrating the grace and power of God's love. My first novel, Heart at War, is based on those journals. Feel free to explore the rest of the website for more details.
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One Response to Sacrifice & Lent – 3/1/10

  1. Janet Birch Jenkins says:

    I was born and raised catholic tho I do not practice tho I do have God with me in my everyday life. Lent does lead up to Easter and as your cousin I wanted to share with you and whomever reads this the poem I wrote about Easter. You may get the isea as I did to make copies of it for future reference to remind yourself that you one of God’s impotant children as I believe we all are. Enjoy and I hope you don’t mind me writing this here. I love you Johnna, and care for you immensly ! Lovingly, Janet
    You have my permission to share this with whomever you wish !!

    Jesus’ Walk-Our Gift

    I watched him as he walked the path,
    As he moved without rod or staff.
    I saw him grow weary of the walk,
    But no one spoke,no one would talk.
    I watched him carry that cross for me,
    Over the hills of Galilee.
    On over the desert sands so hot,
    Through hills and vallies he did not stop.
    He carried that ole’ cross for me,
    And he carried it for you , can’t you see?
    He carried it through old town Israel,
    And now was feeling more miserable.
    He never griped,and never complained,
    And knew that now all things would change.
    He carried it over where it first began,
    Where he was born in Bethlehem.
    He spoke to all who knew he had been,
    Ready to hang, to die for our sins.
    He spoke those who would not believe,
    And explained to them that they would see.
    On the cross he was hung near where he was born,
    As he wore that crown of prickly thorn.
    Out stretched were his arms to show to us,
    How much in him we can always trust.
    He is with us but is out of sight,
    He is with us through life’s trying plight.
    At last we can live to be in peace,
    For our pain has been released.
    His death was not end of the story,
    But merely a step to give glory,
    To the Father and the holy spirit,
    It is ours if we choose to endear it.
    For we are now a part of this spirit.
    This wonder of living power,
    Makes the cross a magnificent tower.
    And if death is the worst of pain,
    We have new thoughts to entertain.
    For our daily hurt can not compare,
    To the pain our Lord chose to bear.
    Now we can rise above and live again.
    In this we use the glorious connection,
    Of the spirit of our Lords ressurection.

    Copyright ©2010 Janet Birch Jenkins

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